Amazing. Simply. Amazing.
Once in a lifetime will this happen... if ever.
I've been studying for the bar now about 2-3 weeks. It's a time of stress, pressure, fear, despair, insanity. Basically more reading than I've ever done, mixed with haywire emotion and illness.
And then last night happened.
I decide to take a break for several hours to go to the John Mayer concert with my friend Kaley. He's my main man, how can I resist? We drive out to the sticks (i.e. jobing.com arena), get to our seats and find out we are in the nosebleed of the nosebleed in the far right corner. I honestly got dizzy walking to our seats. But still, I'm stoked, Kaley's excited, we're both just giddy that we get to listen to JM for the night in the same arena.
Then this woman arrives. Comes up to us, starts talking about JM and his music. I figure she's trying to sell us some 'fan club' or other such propoganda. She asks what our favorite songs are - "Why Georgia, from the old album" I respond. "Slowing Dancing in a Burning Room from the new album" says Kaley. "Oh, so you guys are big fans then?" she asks. "Yeah, completely." "So... if you were in the front row you'd cheer really loud?" At this point my heart starts to stop, because she's ripping up our tickets. I'm about to bust out my legalese on her a$$ for destroying our property, when I realize... she's pulled out two front row tickets and is handing them to us. As she says "I'm the ticket fairy tonight, go ahead and have a great time girls."
Kaley and I frantically run to the nearest ticket taker to make sure it's legitimate, then begin the long long trek to the front... yes.... the FRONT ROW of the entire arena. Row 1, seat 8, dead center. For the entire show.
This stuff doesn't happen in real life. Certainly not to me. I would think it was a dream - especially the part where John looked at me, smiled, and crooned the first verse to "Your body is a wonderland" - except that this morning I still have his guitar pick. I still have my ticket. And I even have joint custody of his playlist.
I've been studying for the bar now about 2-3 weeks. It's a time of stress, pressure, fear, despair, insanity. Basically more reading than I've ever done, mixed with haywire emotion and illness.
And then last night happened.
I decide to take a break for several hours to go to the John Mayer concert with my friend Kaley. He's my main man, how can I resist? We drive out to the sticks (i.e. jobing.com arena), get to our seats and find out we are in the nosebleed of the nosebleed in the far right corner. I honestly got dizzy walking to our seats. But still, I'm stoked, Kaley's excited, we're both just giddy that we get to listen to JM for the night in the same arena.
Then this woman arrives. Comes up to us, starts talking about JM and his music. I figure she's trying to sell us some 'fan club' or other such propoganda. She asks what our favorite songs are - "Why Georgia, from the old album" I respond. "Slowing Dancing in a Burning Room from the new album" says Kaley. "Oh, so you guys are big fans then?" she asks. "Yeah, completely." "So... if you were in the front row you'd cheer really loud?" At this point my heart starts to stop, because she's ripping up our tickets. I'm about to bust out my legalese on her a$$ for destroying our property, when I realize... she's pulled out two front row tickets and is handing them to us. As she says "I'm the ticket fairy tonight, go ahead and have a great time girls."
Kaley and I frantically run to the nearest ticket taker to make sure it's legitimate, then begin the long long trek to the front... yes.... the FRONT ROW of the entire arena. Row 1, seat 8, dead center. For the entire show.
This stuff doesn't happen in real life. Certainly not to me. I would think it was a dream - especially the part where John looked at me, smiled, and crooned the first verse to "Your body is a wonderland" - except that this morning I still have his guitar pick. I still have my ticket. And I even have joint custody of his playlist.